Huang Bin was still entangled, a majestic killing intent had enveloped him, and in an instant, he was like falling into a cold pool, and he couldn't help but tremble. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info soon discovered that this majestic killing intent was not aimed at him, but at Zhan Wu. The battle in front of him just smiled coldly, and strode leisurely, as if there was a heavy mountain squeezing down, this step was extremely slow, but it inadvertently removed endless obstacles, and that terrifying killing intent disintegrated in this inadvertent step, and Murong Gucheng made a move.

Murong Gucheng had to make a move, and the inadvertent lifting of his feet in Zhan Wuzhi invisibly disintegrated all his momentum, once his momentum collapsed, he was like standing in the ice and snow, with nothing to hide, although it was just a feeling, but this feeling was very bad. In order to salvage the rapid loss of momentum, he must strike before the momentum is exhausted.

Murong Gucheng's figure was like a goshawk, sweeping by, his hands were like hooks, and he grabbed the head of the lifeless battle. The distance between him and Zhan Wuxing was not very far, he felt that Zhan Wuxing was not so easy to deal with, just by that inadvertent kick, he could feel that the young man in front of him was a powerful opponent, so he didn't have the slightest carelessness and spared, and he would kill with one blow......

"......" Murong Gucheng's killing blow suddenly missed, Zhan Wu's upper body was only slightly on one side, and it was extremely dangerous to avoid this grasp, and the claw wind penetrated the void around Zhan Wucheng, and the air made a strange sound of a soldering iron entering the water.

Murong Gucheng hit the air with a blow, and his heart was suddenly startled, and a shadow rose, but he didn't think much about it, and hooked his hands back, wanting to catch the body of the battle without life. At the moment when his hands were hooked back, he suddenly found that his arms were stuck.

......A dull muffled sound came, Murong Gucheng's body suddenly took a few steps back, his face turned blue and white, and the moment he suddenly fought just now, not only did he not hit Zhan Wu, but was hit his arms by the iron fist of Zhan Wucheng. Not only that, but the upper body of the Battleless Warrior bent under his armpit in an extremely strange way, and a big foot flipped over from his back and kicked him heavily in the chest.

Murong Gucheng's arms were already numb from the fight, and he could only watch as Zhan Wucheng was stamped heavily on his chest, leaving a deep black footprint on it, like a specially printed print.

"Old man, you're old, you're too slow!" Zhan Wufang spread his hands, patted the dust on his body, and smiled innocently.

Everyone on the side was stunned and watched everything that happened in front of them, although Murong Gucheng was a little older, but how to say that he was also a spirit general mid-level powerhouse, he had been promoted for many years, and he had been famous for a long time, although his qualifications were limited, he had not been able to advance to the second level of the spirit general, but just now he was fatless and easily repelled the other party with one blow, which was indeed unexpected by everyone.

Fang Buli glanced at Zhan Wucheng in a daze, just now he wanted to help Zhan Wuxing block Murong Gucheng, but before he was about to make a move, he found that Murong Gucheng's blow had missed, so he didn't move. Mr. Wu Lu Pin carefully stared at the two people of the Nangong family, he had no doubts about Zhan Wucheng, if Zhan Wusheng couldn't stop Murong Gucheng, even if he went up, it would be useless.

Running for his life this way, he felt the strength of Zhan Wusheng, carrying a big fat man, he could quickly escape from the place of death, and even avoid many dangers, the speed was not slower than him at all, but faster than his reaction speed, so even if he couldn't see the cultivation of Zhan Wulife, he also knew that Zhan Wusheng was stronger than him.

Murong Gucheng's face turned blue and white for a while, and Zhan Wusheng actually said that he was old and his movements were too slow. He had to admit that the set of movements just now was indeed very weird, the moment he hit it, Zhan Wulife's body bent over like a wicker, bent from his armpits, an angle he never expected.

Before Zhan Wuxing bent, his arms were very accurately hit the back of his elbow joint, which was a place where he couldn't use his strength at all, and he received a heavy blow, so that his arm was almost instantly numb, and as Zhan Wulife's upper body bent down, his legs reversed and kicked up, imprinted on his chest with extreme tricks.

Although this kick did not hurt him, it left a clear and obvious footprint on his chest, which was tantamount to a big slap in the face for him.

Murong Ying's face was a little ugly, the news he got was that Zhan Wuming was a small ant of the spirit disciple level, but now, Zhan Wuming could actually repel Murong Gucheng with one blow, it was a spirit general level powerhouse, everything was too weird, and he suddenly suspected that the young man in front of him was not the spirit disciple Zhan Wusheng they were trying to find at all.

It's only been a long time, and he can't believe that a person has been promoted from a spirit disciple to a spirit general cultivator in just a few days, if that's the case, then this person is definitely a demon.

The two spirit generals of the Nangong family were also stunned, the blow of Zhan Wuxian was very neat, nothing special, but it was very unexpected.

"It seems that the old man really underestimated you. Murong Gucheng's face was as cold as water, although he suffered a dark loss, he didn't believe that Zhan Wucheng was stronger than him. was humiliated, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse, and it turned into a torrent almost instantly. There seemed to be a layer of dark fire burning on his body, and this dark fire extended in an instant, breaking the distance between him and Zhan Wulife, and then turning into a flaming sword.

The "Hum ......" void shook suddenly, and the space in front of Zhan Wucheng suddenly cracked, and Murong Gucheng's figure seemed to have teleported for a short distance, and the moment the flame instantly extended to the face of Zhan Wuxing, the speed was extremely fast.

Under the blade of the Flame Sword, the figure of Zhan Wucheng directly turned into two halves, but Murong Gucheng was not happy at all, because he knew better than anyone that he was not killing the Zhan Wuxian deity, but just a phantom. The flaming sword light pierced through the body of the Warrior and exploded, turning into a curtain of fire.

At the moment when the fire curtain suddenly ignited, a piercing sword light split the fire curtain in two, as if a passage had been split between this flame, and the end of the passage was Murong Gucheng's neck.

"Ding...... Ding, ding......" The flames trembled, countless sparks flew in all directions, and the figures of Zhan Wuli and Murong Gucheng were instantly swallowed by the flames. The two blurred figures caused the flames to be chaotic, but the process did not last long, and after a burst of confusion, it suddenly exploded, and the two figures bounced away.

The flames on Zhan Wucheng's body receded like water waves, and he stood with his hands in his hands as if he was light and breezy, while a long blood mark slowly flowed down Murong Gucheng's face. The fine blood beads are like a long blood-colored pearl necklace on the face.

"Lonely City ......" Murong Ying hurriedly supported Murong Gucheng, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, Murong Gucheng's eyes were full of resentment, and he stared at Zhan Wucheng deadly, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"He can't die, but I'm afraid that there will be a scar on that old face, of course, the Murong family has a panacea, and it is not difficult to repair it, but I want to tell you that if you continue to entangle, next time this knife will not leave a scar on your face, but cut off your neck!"

"Who are you!?" Murong Ying took a deep breath, a layer of dark clouds surged in his heart, the strength of this young man in front of him was stronger than that of Murong Gucheng, which meant that the other party was also a spirit general level cultivator, a spirit general, in this spirit realm, it was definitely a top-level existence, except for a few spirit kings, therefore, no family was willing to easily offend a spirit general level powerhouse.

can easily defeat Murong Gucheng, even if he Murong Ying stepped forward, it would be useless, such a master, in his Murong family, could defeat him no more than a hand. The news they got said that the little person who was lifeless but was a spirit disciple level, this would be entrusted by Murong Qianye with a heavy responsibility, and he was ready to destroy his mouth, if it was a strong person at the spirit general level, Murong Qianye would definitely not arrange this kind of thing for the other party to do.

"I'm just deadless, I can tell you, if a few of my friends have suffered any grievances in your Murong family, you will know what the consequences are, I have already brought a message to Murong Qianye. I believe he will understand, of course, I also want to tell you, this time I see that I still have some relationship with your Murong family, I don't want to kill people, if you continue to entangle, then you can't blame me!"

The reason why he didn't kill Murong Gucheng was because he didn't know if Yongba and the others had left the Murong family, whether they were still living in the territory of the Murong family, and he didn't want to turn their relationship into a deep hatred. It doesn't matter if you kill one or two spirit masters, which family doesn't have a group of spirit masters, and dying one or two doesn't affect the family's heritage, but if the spirit will be killed, it's different. Therefore, there was still a little leeway in the end.

"How can it be ......" The shock in Murong Ying's heart was indescribable, after listening to what Zhan Wufang said, he could be sure that the young man in front of him was really the one who was said by the head of the family to be a spirit disciple level Zhan Wuzhi, obviously, whether it was Murong Tuo or Murong Xiaowan or even Murong Qianye, it was wrong, the young man in front of him was not a spirit disciple, but a real spirit general.

There is only one possibility, that is, the young man in front of him has been hiding his strength before, and he has hidden his cultivation at the level of spiritual disciples with special tantric methods, and now it is his true cultivation. Perhaps, not now. Thinking of this, Murong Ying's heart was cold, the Murong family had provoked a terrible character, and it was even more difficult for Murong Qianye to get back what Zhan Wudi had snatched from Ye Lingtian.

"Let's go, let's go drink!" Zhan Wuming patted Mr. Wukou and Huang Bin beside him and smiled. Ignoring the several masters of the Murong family and the Nangong family, he walked over from the side.

No one in the group of people in the Murong family dared to move, and those spirit masters did not dare to make a move, even Murong Gucheng was seriously injured, and they had only one way to die. Murong Ying thought about it, and gave up the opportunity to make a move, even if the Nangong family had two spirit generals to make a move, he was not sure of victory, because there were also two spirit generals around him. In this kind of situation where there is no chance of winning, he really doesn't want to offend the Fang family.